Culture
The Kisan erect houses with the help of mud, wood, bamboo, leaves, straw, rope and hand made fire baked tiles. The houses are single storey. Veranda is erected with wood poles, bamboos and tiles or leaves and straw. The household utensils consist of earthen pots, aluminium pots, bronze thali, lota, tumbler, iron knife, karahi, chholani, kalchhul. They have varieties of baskets of different sizes for storing and carrying forest produce, grains, loads etc. They prepare these baskets, brooms, mats and winnowing tray with the help of bamboo, local grasses and date leaves. They purchase household utensils from the local Haat. They have few cots, machia and sikia which they prepare from the ropes. They weave rope from the local grasses. They also prepare rope for selling and getting money.
The males wear dhoti, ganji, kurta, gamachha etc. The females use sari, saya, blouse etc. The children wear paint, ganji, shirts etc. They purchase clothes from the local market or Haat. Previously, they used to buy dresses from the chickbaraik tribe. Women are fond of ornaments of silver, steel thread, glass, lac etc. which they purchase from the Haat.
They have plough, kamaba or khanti, kudal, khurapi, sickles, axes, etc. for agricultural purposes. They have Lathi, Ber, Barchha, Bhala, as hunting and war weapons. Radio, watch and bicycles have reached among them. They purchase these items from the market situated at district or block headquarters.
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